She left like the sunsets
Her life to relieve her debts
To pass away with so many regrets
People used her like a marionette

Her soul rose to the heavens like a constellation
Pushed over the edge by emotional situations
They say funerals are healing celebrations
I disagree because I cried over your carnations

No matter what she was my saving grace
That's something the arguments couldn't erase
With a smile or with tears came a comforting embrace
I wish I was there to help and not be a victim of your strong face

I hate to admit it but last night I had a relapse
I fell once again to the killer habit traps
The stability of my emotions collapsed
Maybe I'd still be okay if you were here... Perhaps

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